What do we share and do we bare on these online spaces..
I sometimes cringe at the cracks that people reveal
the delicate truths and flawed forays into the psychosis that is the human experience
sometimes I am moved by the openness, the vulnerability, the generosity to let us in
what are the psychological implications of this public platform that becomes a space that might have been sitting by the hudson river at 2am under dark of night and the impossible quiet of New York
or on an hour long phone call when time did not exist
or on a subway ride too long to discuss
maybe I am too old, to old school to share it all on this book
maybe we will meet over a drink, a walk, a talk somewhere close by, a park, a streetlight, or at your house in your kitchen with a cup of tea
I know this pixelated wall won't ever replace that for me.